Page 159 of Acheron (Dark-Hunter 14)
Tabitha went to a bookshelf at the back of the store and grabbed two books down. "You'll want these too."
Tory frowned at the one on top that featured a woman in a corset holding a cucumber. "How To Tickle His Pickle?"
Tabitha nodded proudly. "My personal fave. It's all you'll ever need to know to make a man go crazy."
The next book was even stranger. This one was even shrink-wrapped. Tory looked at it suspiciously. "Manga Sutra?"
"Ash loves manga." Tabitha patted the book and grinned. "He'll be very interested in that one, not that I think he doesn't know everything in it. But . . . could come in handy." Tabitha went to the front of the store and opened the glass cabinet near the register before she started pulling other things out.
Tory's face flamed at the items Tabitha piled on the counter. "They make flavored nipple cream?"
"Oh yeah, great stuff. It's not only flavored, but tinted to make you a bit rosier and best of all, it has a dab of menthol to make your nipples really hard so they're extra sensitive and men go wild for it. They just love stiffened nipples."
Kim and Pam laughed.
Tory covered her face with her hands and wanted to die of embarrassment. It was bad enough to have this stuff, but the fact that Tabitha knew Ash just made it all the more horrifying.
She was sure he'd be mortified to know that a friend of his had helped her pick this stuff out. And by the time she was being rung up, Tory was almost too embarrassed to go back to Sanctuary and face him.
As she dug out her credit card to pay for it, a tall extremely good looking man came out of the backroom. Dressed in a black turtleneck and slacks, he frowned at Tabitha who was still chattering away with Pam.
"You okay, baby?" he asked Tabitha, his eyes dark with concern as he came up to place a hand against her cheek. "You're extremely flushed."
Tabitha turned to him with an impish squeal. "Oh brace yourself, Val. Ash is getting laid tonight!" She pointed with both hands at Tory who wanted to crawl inside her purse and hide until old age claimed her.
To Val's credit, he didn't so much as blink. He offered Tory a commiserate smile. "It helps if you don't react to her comments. Tabitha lives to get a rise out of people. Just go with it and don't encourage her."
Tabitha snorted. "Be that way." She handed Tory the bag and thanked her.
"Thank you," Tory said.
"Good luck, hon, and remember . . . pictures!" Tabitha waited until they were gone before she whirled on Valerius. "Can you believe our Ash is getting laid?"
Val snorted. "Call me provincial, but I don't really consider him mine. And yes, I can believe the man has sex. What I find surprising is that this is the first time we've met the woman involved." He reached for his phone. "Maybe I should call and warn him."
"Oh put that away." She pushed it toward his pocket. "Our baby is growing up. I'm so proud!"
Tory had barely put the bag in the room before the band took another break. She'd just lain back down in bed when Ash opened the door with a tray in his hands.
"What's that?"
"I thought you might be hungry. I ran the options past Kim and she picked out what you should be eating." He set it down on the table beside her.
Tory smiled at his thoughtfulness. "Efharisto."
"Parakalo."
She melted at his unique accent as he said "you're welcome" in Greek. "I love the way you speak. I could listen to your Greek all day long."
He handed her another bottle of apple juice while he took a swig of his beer. "Are you completely bored?"
She reached up and pulled his sunglasses off so she could see his eyes. "Not entirely. How's the set going?"
"It's all right. I could kill Colt for hurting his hand. I don't really like playing in public."
"But you play so well."
"Yeah, but I'd rather play with myself." There was an evil glint in his eyes at the double entendre.
Laughing, Tory shook her head at him. "You and Pam, always trying to embarrass me."
"In my defense, it's because you're adorable when you blush."
She wrinkled her nose at him as she swallowed her bite of apple-sauce. "You want some?"
"Ochi." No, in Greek.
"You sure?" She tried to tempt him again.
"Positive." Ash remembered the last time he'd eaten an apple. It'd been that day in the orchard with Ryssa when he'd begged his father not to send him back to Atlantis. Ever since then, he'd despised the fruit. The mere thought of it turned his stomach.
"So how many more sets do you have to play?"
"One more."
She bit her lip in a way that made him harden for want of her. "Then I get to play with you . . ."
His cock jerked, ready for action even while his brain knew better. "You should reconsider."
She reached out and took his hand in hers. Her thumb swept against his palm in the gentlest of caresses. "When was the last time you made love to someone, Ash?"
Ash looked away as painful memories surged. Honestly, he couldn't remember. Had he ever really made love to Artemis? Maybe in the very beginning. But it was so long ago and it hadn't lasted.
